Beauty is with You
O my dear, most beautiful You are here.
And what are You? where are You not?
No exaggeration but fact production
You are my reflection, I am Yours
O my dear. no dissolution, but modification.
From beginning it is the creation
In active participation.
But for that I am with You and You are with me
It is nothing but constant repetition.
Performing actions are mere falsification
That are being mentioned in the assumptions.
Tell them who are with You
All are they truth only truth, fact production.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem